Chasen Dreams

I’m being too emotional these days.  I easily cry. I easily get pissed off.     Sorry to burst your bubble, but these mood swings have nothing to do with my “hormones”.  I  am  just frustrated and sad. People who know me  except for my  husband would be surprised reading this post. They thought  that I am really not affected, that I’m healed a day after the result of the “battle”.  I guess I am good at hiding my feelings or maybe people around me know what I am going through but they  choose to let me feel that everything’s normal and okay (which I appreciate).    For days, my husband’s spiel to console me was  “It’s okay. It doesn’t define you.  Move forward. I still love you.” With the thought  that his encouraging spiel was not working, “Babe, let’s go to the mall. Let’s buy the bag  ( you showed me.” “I don’t deserve a bag”, my reply. Then,  I saw a very tempting IG post of @Niquashop, with the caption Bags Bags and More Bags... “Babe, I’m entitled to chan

Two years ago, I blogged about our first Valentine’s Day as husband and wife.  We had a date in a burger stand near the condo we were renting then.  It was a cheap date, yes.  However, it was date filled with hopes and dreams.  Our reason for not spending too much was we were saving for something bigger than a plate of steak i.e. a home which we can call our own. Last year, what we had for Valentine’s Day were bichobicho and water shared with the carpenters/electrician who renovated our condo.   It was a cheap date, yes.  However,  it was a date filled with fulfilment.  During that time, we already saw the fruit of our  burger dates and “tuyo” diet.   This year’s Valentine’s Day, we just stayed  at  home..  It was a cheap date, yes. However, it was a date filled with joy.  It was the best Valentine’s Day ever.  It’s not only because our dream to have our own crib was realized but also because of the “crib  in our crib”.   The day was spent playing with Baby C, eating home-cook